Babies must not eat the coal
And they must not make grimaces,
Nor in party dresses roll
And must never black their faces.
They must learn that pointing's rude,
They must sit quite still at table,
And must always eat the food
Put before them—if they're able.
If they fall, they must not cry,
Though it's known how painful this is;
No—there's always Mother by
Who will comfort them with kisses.
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indeed this is a sweet poem that ends beautifully
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This is a wonderful read. Love the concepts of child raising and how they fluctuate over the years.
John -
I could see somebody having this poem displayed on their walls, with a painting of a child. These are great lessons for "beginners." I loved the last line though, just a really sweet poem.
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beautiful
"If they fall, they must not cry,
Though it's known how painful this is;
No--there's always Mother by
Who will comfort them with kisses."
nothing but a universal fact!!!
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This may have been written over 80 years ago but it still holds true today. I love the last line - it's beautiful.
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And if not a mother then a father to comfort them with kisses. This is just a lovely piece, a good piece here.
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